I would like to tell the stories of some of my wife's experiences

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There were sometimes messages passed on to Lisa that a particular man would be there at a later time,but that was an exception when it happened. Most of the time,she didn't know who would be at the door until the doorbell rang and she opened it. It didn't seem like a big deal at the time,or better to say it didn't to me. Lisa didn't tell me until much later that not knowing who was going to be on the other side of that door when she opened it,combined with the fact that there were several older(40's) men who were fucking her,was a big turn on for her. We both think her attraction for older black men was related to her experience with Victor,the recently retired Master Sergeant who was our neighbor in Georgia. Even though her time with Victor was short and somewhat awkward at times,it left a lasting impression on Lisa. It was with Victor that she learned that she could take the biggest cocks,those that are so big and thick that it appears to be impossible that she could take them inside her. She says it's as much psychological as physical,and she should know.

What she said:

"I didn't think it would fit at first,because it looked too big to fit,but I got really horny when I was feeling it with my hands and licking it. I was very wet and wanting it inside me,so I sat down really hard on it,and it went inside. It didn't all go in the first time,but I kept trying to take all of it. It was the third night after I started sleeping with Victor that I felt it go completely inside me. My butt was touching his balls with enough pressure that I knew I had it all inside me. I sat there for a long time,enjoying the feel of it."

"It was easier from that time forward,and now I know they'll all fit inside me,even if they look like they're too big to fit."

 

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Just this morning,I got a recap from Lisa's perspective on her attraction to the older black men while she was in her 20's. She confirmed that her experience with Victor was part of it,but there was more. While she's not into being dominated to the extent that BDSM entails,she likes strong,masculine men who're capable "taking" her in a powerful and solid manner. She said the older black men were usually more authoritative than the younger men. I think it might have been their ranks and status in the Army coming through in their personalities in the way they related to Lisa. They were used to having significant authority over subordinates. Whatever the reasons might have been,Lisa says that every time one of the older men finished with her,she felt thoroughly fucked and satisfied.

 

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Another of Lisa's dresses that was one to remember was a black dress that resembled a tennis dress in the way it was made. The bottom was short,barely above her ass cheeks,and looked like a pleated skirt. It was made of soft material,like t shirt material. It was sleeveless and had an open V neckline. I think there were three buttons on the front,and they were all below halfway down,leaving maximum cleavage,in addition to Lisa's ever-erect nipples showing through the thin cloth on either side of the opening. Like many of Lisa's outfits,then and now,she chose it for a specific purpose. She wore it to make men want to fuck her,and with her in it,it was very effective. It left no room for doubt that she was dressed to be fucked.

 

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It was a weekday evening,just after dinner. Lisa was wearing that black dress,sexy perfume,high heels and nothing else.

The baby was sleeping. I couldn't resist feeling her under her dress,and I was trying to talk her into the bedroom.

She told me that I would have to wait,because somebody would be at the door soon.

Then,as she's done throughout our relationship,she made reference to a conversation we had at the end of our very first weekend together. That conversation became our baseline,the foundation of our relationship. There was no way that either of us could have known in the beginning,but Lisa's attempt to discourage me from pursuing her didn't only have the exact opposite effect,but some of the words she used have also been repeated many times over the years as verbal stimulus and pillow talk.

"You married a whore. I told you I was a whore,that I like being a whore,and that I was going to keep on being a whore. You said you liked that about me. That's one reason why we're together now. You can fuck me too,but sometimes you have to wait your turn,because I have other men."

Lisa sometimes does it like the character acting thing she likes to do. She does it like it's an act for effect,but it's not. It's reality.

 

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Lisa was right. The doorbell rang just minutes after she said that somebody would be there soon. She gave me her "I told you so" look as she got up,straightening her dress and shaking her hair back as she went to open the door.

The lights in the apartment were dim. The one physical change that Lisa had made while I was away was to re-position a lamp and put a dimmer bulb in the entry.

The man at the door was one of the older guys,a Platoon Sergeant who was married and had young children,but was in Germany on an unaccompanied tour of duty. I knew who he was,but didn't really know him personally.

I should explain that the list of men that Lisa and I had such a good time compiling ended up being irrelevant. Once the news got out that I told some guys that they should go for it with Lisa,there was no way I could have controlled which men fucked her. It was seen among the black men as a confirmation of the rumors that been out about Lisa almost since we had been there. The rumors had been just that,but they weren't totally baseless. Lisa was pissed about all the lies that had been told,but in the end,it became a positive factor. Between the rumors and Lisa strutting her fine ass in front of them,the pump was primed for her already. All I did was to tell a few guys to go for it. I never had anything to do with planning or scheduling anything,and I had no way of controlling who rang that doorbell.

I sensed familiarity in Lisa's expression when she opened the door. I heard a greeting,then a compliment on how Lisa looked,before watching her step back and do that spin she likes to do when displaying her assets for a man. She says she learned it watching Shirley Temple movies. Yeah,right. I've seen a couple of Shirley Temple movies,and I never saw Shirley Temple do it like that.(refer to avatar) As I watched Lisa tiptoe on her high heels to kiss him,I saw his hand touch her pussy briefly. I felt humor in knowing that he wanted to confirm what he thought he had seen in the dim light when Lisa flipped the bottom of her dress up during her spin,that she wasn't wearing panties.

He barely acknowledged me with a nod as Lisa took his hand and pulled him toward our bedroom. Lisa was moving even faster than usual,taking advantage of the baby being asleep,and maybe giving me some consideration. I had only been home for a day or two,and was feeling the need to catch up on some sex with her myself,but I wasn't going to complain. Our sex is always improved by Lisa getting warmed up and made sloppy by other men.

She left the bedroom door open,and needless to say,the furniture was positioned with my view in such situations in mind. I watched Lisa kiss him again at the side of our bed. That kiss was very long and passionate,the kind of kiss that can give most men a full erection,if they don't already have one. As she sat on the side of the bed,he reached for the bottom of her dress and pulled it up and off as she raised her arms to assist him. She was undoing his pants a second later,and his cock was indeed already hard. It sprang up into her face as she lowered his briefs,and I saw her rub her cheek against it softly before moving her slightly open mouth toward the side of the long shaft,touching it with the tip of her tongue as she went down it's side slowly,stopping as she reached his nut sack,and opening her mouth to give it one big wet lick. Her hand that was opposite from where I stood watching through the doorway had moved to his cock,and I watched as she moved his foreskin back,then took the tip of his cock into her mouth and began sucking it. I saw her head gently bobbing closer toward the base of his cock until I knew the tip of it had reached her throat. The man was hung. I've seen Lisa take bigger cocks than his,but he was too thick for her to deep throat. After a few minutes,I saw him reach under her armpits to lift her up and lay her back onto the bed effortlessly. Lisa isn't a heavy woman,but the way he lifted her looked like he was lifting a small kid. Lisa instinctively spread her legs as she laid back,looking up into his face. Once above her,he kissed her once more before reaching down with one hand to guide his cock into her waiting pussy. I heard Lisa's familiar soft moan as his cock penetrated her. I watched as her thighs spread ever wider,her pussy being stretched around the thick black cock. His cock was big,bordering on huge. If it had been any bigger,it would have fallen into the category that Lisa describes as looking too big to fit. Maybe it was. As I said,I've seen her take bigger cocks than his. We know how big several men have been,including Victor. We agree not to reveal what we know in numbers,because most people would think we're exaggerating,and there's enough of that already.

I watched as he fucked Lisa deeply in missionary position for what seemed like a long time. When he began cumming inside her,the visual from where I stood was so extraordinarily hot that I came close to cumming myself. After resting for only a minute to regain his composure,he got up,dressed,and left. Lisa walked him to the door,thanked him for coming,and kissed him Goodnight,holding her pussy with one hand the entire time to prevent dripping cum from the bed to the door and back again. She locked the door behind him,walked past me and back to the bed,then looked at me as she laid back,resting on her elbows,smiling. Lisa is a very pretty woman every minute of every day,but she's prettiest and most radiant when she's freshly fucked.

 

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Even though I've missed being present and seeing much of Lisa's playing,I know I've been very fortunate to have seen as much as I've seen,and of course to have the relationship I share with such a wonderful woman. Her passion for sex,her ability as a dancer,and her natural flair for showmanship enable her to please and excite me endlessly,and her willingness to do so truly humbles me with gratitude.

 

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I feel some empathy with Lisa in her frustration,trying to put some of her thoughts to words as I struggle to recall things that happened contiguously enough to tell the story. I have so many visions in my memory from things that could have happened at any time during specific periods of time,some that undoubtedly were repeated many times during certain periods.

I remember Lisa at twenty,still looking like a young and beside herself with excitement as she told me about having all these guys coming to the apartment next door who were hot for her,all black guys.

I can picture her a year or more later,more mature and filled out a little more physically,as she danced on top of the octagon table,sweat rolling off her naked body as she glimmered under the strobe lights that were connected to Curt's elaborate stereo system.

It's easy to remember exactly how she looked as she walked around the balcony and the apartments wearing those tattered cutoffs and skimpy tops that concealed almost nothing and putting a little "Extra" into each step for the benefit of the men. They(we) appreciated every bit of it,and Lisa thrived on the attention and the sex.

I'll be continuing with more from the time in Germany. I want to concentrate on recounting as much as I can about that time before going on to other times. Both Lisa and I have concentrated almost everything we've written on two periods of time when the most things happened in a particular period of time,but there's more. Both of us were thinking that she was less active and less naughty than she really was during some other times,until we thought a little more about it. I haven't mentioned a thirty-something soccer mom type going into a club that was virtually all black,so skimpily dressed as to barely be compliant with the minimum dress code for the club or the township,have I?

 

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Lisa's been on her bike a lot lately. She takes breaks at the basketball court now. She says she's not really flirting much. Maybe not,but how much flirting is necessary when she's wearing skin-tight yoga pants that show her pussy almost as clearly as if she was naked,and her tits are in plain view through her semi-sheer tank top?

 

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Lisa loved the weekends in Germany after everything was in full swing. She says that was the time when she appreciated me being there to take care of the baby most of all. I remember it being almost like a fucking marathon some weekends,maybe most weekends. Having a baby kept real parties from happening often,but we had one occasionally. Everything had to be kept low key,which wasn't always easy. What happened more often was guys coming and going one and two at a time all weekend long. Lisa says that she always assumed that they had her on a schedule,and she never questioned it because it worked so well for her. I agree that there was a rhythm to it.

Lisa liked me being there,but she reminded me that when I wasn't there that it wasn't always necessary for men to wait it out while she took care of the baby. It depended on what she had to do and each man's personality. She was laughing when she said that nobody wanted to be too close while she was changing diapers,but that some guys fucked her while she was breast feeding her baby and doing other things. The baby was too young to know anything about what was going on,so if it didn't bother a guy to share her attention with her baby,he didn't have to wait. She said that after some guys got to know her really well,that kind of thing happened often. As she was talking about that,I remembered watching her suck a guy's cock to completion and swallowing his load while she was breast feeding. She had the attitude that if men wanted her enough to come to her knowing her situation,that she should and would make sure that they got what they came for. I doubt that she ever told any of them how she felt,but she showed them that she was committed to keeping them satisfied.

I remember something she said about that in her early days with Curt and those guys in Georgia. Lisa,on the subject of satisfying her men:"It's what a wife does. It's what a groupie does too. It's what I do,because that's who I am."

 

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I enjoyed some of the same kinds of things with Lisa in Germany that I had in Georgia and I had a lot more time to be with her than I'd had in Georgia.

Lisa's mood was constantly joyous,a result of what she saw as her good fortune in getting sex with a frequency and intensity that would seem too much for some women. I still ask her now if she ever went a day during that time without somebody stuffing a stiff black cock into her pussy. I know the answer,but I like to hear her say it:

"Very seldom. Only a couple of times when the Army had something special going on,and they had everybody on duty. There were more days when I got more than one than there were when I didn't get any. I could usually count on at least one of those guys coming every day,and often more. It was great! I wish it could always be like that. I think that's how it should be."

We didn't go out much during that time,partly because of the weather and having the baby,and partly because Lisa was afraid that she might miss a visit from a man while she was away. When we went anywhere,it was usually just to shop for food and necessities. Virtually every time we were out,we encountered men who had carnal knowledge of Lisa. It's a powerful emotion for me when I think about other men being familiar with Lisa's smell,knowing how she feels inside,and what she's like when she cums. It's something that I enjoy,but it's still a little destabilizing sometimes. I should be as prepared for that as any husband can be,given that Lisa and I had the kind of relationship we had from the beginning. I can only imagine how emotionally disruptive that feeling could be for a man who's been in a traditional monogamous relationship with a woman for a long period of time,then experiences it. It's a huge thrill for me. All I have to say to men who haven't tried it,but think they want to,is be careful.

For me to get Lisa's pussy while she was "fresh" during that time would've been almost impossible,even if I'd been trying. We played a "cat and mouse" game sometimes,where I would act like I was trying to get her before somebody else got to her,but it was just for fun. Her pussy was always stretched and sloppy,silky wet with semen left inside her by black men when I got my turn.

 

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Something that was said,a few words that might have seemed trivial except for the person they came from and moment in which they were spoken,gave further momentum to Lisa's already hot mood.

It happened a couple of weeks after the men started showing up at the door,and only a day or two before I came home. Several men had already told Lisa how good she had looked when they saw her walking. One of the men who had been on our list,and who Lisa had really gotten hot when we were talking about him,was in bed with her. He was around Lisa's age,late 20's,and looked like Sergeant Rock. He was over six feet and ripped,looking like his body had been chiseled from the shiniest black coal imaginable. Lisa's arousal is often visible when she sees or talks about men who're built and look like that. Her hands tremble,her voice quivers,and her pussy drools. She doesn't judge men solely on looks,and she's avoided some men she thought were attractive because she considered them assholes,but if a man's personality is good and he looks THAT good,Lisa gets weak in her knees.

He told her as the others had,that she had looked really good around town through the summer,but he went farther. He told her how she had made him want to fuck her,and he pushed his cock balls deep into her as he said it. He told her that they were only getting started with her,and that she was going to get what she had coming to her,pushing his cock hard into her for emphasis as he spoke. Lisa lost her composure as she felt herself cumming,and was concerned that she might wake the baby,but couldn't find the will to quiet herself.

His words and those hot moments were branded into her memory and have an effect on her to this day. Lisa wanted nothing more than to get what she had coming to her. She thought of what he said many times after that. The thought of those words and the moments when she first heard them has caused her to cream all over some cocks.

 

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What Lisa had wanted for months started happening very suddenly,and if anybody had control over how it happened,it wasn't us. Guys were showing up frequently,and our list was meaningless. Reasons for concern could have been found,but it all felt right. Lisa took the men as they came,and never hesitated for a second.

 

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Lisa had her best chance to as she put it, "completely whore out" and go "wide open" since we had left Georgia. On top of that was her thinking that it would be her last chance for a long time,maybe her last ever to go all out and just enjoy..........

Lisa's own lust and her will to please men are the biggest factors that determine what she does. Sometimes her pussy causes her to be oblivious to everything except sexual gratification,but she's considerate of what I like as long as she's aware that I'm watching. It would be a stretch to say that she's an exhibitionist,but she has an element of showmanship in her personality. It's not uncommon for her to try to position herself to give me a good view while she's fucking. When she's with a man who's cooperative,a little effort on her part can go a long way for me.

One such man was a guy Lisa mentioned while she was still writing here. I can't remember what she called him,but of course it wasn't his real name anyway. I think he would qualify as a real exhibitionist. He really enjoyed showing off his "foot long" by stuffing it into Lisa. I don't think he was exaggerating much,if at all with his "foot long" brag,and his cock was extraordinarily thick and uniquely blunt at the tip. Lisa's well-trained for big cocks,and she knows it. She's not above bragging about having been broke in right. There's no doubt that Lisa can take dick like a champ,but this guy's cock being so thick and blunt was an unusual challenge for her. His and Lisa's personalities usually made their couplings humorous at first,but achieving penetration with such a huge,thick cock always became intensely erotic. The head of that cock popping inside her and stretching her pussy to it's maximum in a split second made her jaw drop and widened her eyes!

 

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Lisa had been giggly moments earlier as she'd nuzzled Blunt's over-sized cock to full hardness,licking it from the tip to his balls and back again,but unable to get the tip into her mouth because of it's size.

Her easy smile had turned to a more serious expression,one of lust and anticipation as she positioned herself above Blunt,who sat leaning back on the couch,his hands at the tops of her hips to steady her. Lisa held onto Blunt's shoulder with her left hand,her right hand holding his cock in position to enter her pussy. As she lowered her body toward the dark shaft,she paused briefly as the tip touched her wet opening,then gasped softly as she went down onto it with her weight,forsing more than half of it's length inside her with one motion.She lifted only slightly two or three more times before achieving full impalement. She was silent and almost still for a minute,seated firmly on Blunt's cock. She half-smiled and closed her eyes for a moment,then leaned forward,brushed her cheek against Blunt's,then kissed his lips softly before leaning backward,using her weight and lower body strength to her advantage as she began thrusting her hips forward and back. Lisa rode Blunt's cock for maximum pleasure,alternating between grinding on it hard while keeping it buried deeply inside her,and thrusting forward and back on it vigorously. She was orgasmic during most of the time they were fucking and went nearly ballistic when Blunt erupted inside her.

That episode ended in the same position as it started,which isn't unusual for Lisa. She likes to fuck in various positions,but doesn't necessarily change positions often. If a man doesn't initiate a change of position,Lisa often settles in whatever position she starts fucking in and follows through to completion with great intensity. Once she gets a cock inside her,she goes to milk it out if a man lets her. Blunt could take control any time he wanted to,and he sometimes did,but that time he let Lisa stay on top and she rode it home.

Lisa's delight in being completely full of cock showed through,as did her attitude. She unabashedly loves to be fucked and she fucks back!

 

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Lisa flourished with daily black sex in her late twenties as she had in her early twenties. She was mature enough to know what she wanted and she had it. I could see her contentment in everything she did. Her facial expressions,her walk,and even the way she stood expressed her satisfaction. I remember one moment in particular that was much like any other,except that when I looked at Lisa I considered all that I knew about everything that was behind her bright demeanor. We were finishing our grocery shopping and checking out at the commissary. I was at the register and Lisa stood near the door waiting for me. She had one hand on the stroller and was standing with her weight shifted onto one leg,her ass "out of gear". Damn,she looked good! She was happy and it showed.

One significant reason why she was always happy was that she rarely slept alone. Some of the same men who fucked Lisa when I was home also fucked her when I wasn't,and there were others who only fucked her when I wasn't there. One constant was that somebody usually slept with her. Lisa was delighted. She doesn't like sleeping alone and she LOVES morning sex.

 

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Hi! Lisa here. I'm not a terribly complicated person. In fact,I concentrate as much as I can on some of the most basic things in life. I guess I needed to kinda step back and look at myself objectively and honestly in order to explain my true feelings about some things that are important to me. I got interested in laying some things out on this thread and I've had fun doing it. I'm not being graded on it,but if I'm going to do it I should be able to feel good about what I write.

Since I got frustrated with myself because there was something I couldn't express exactly like I wanted to,I've asked my hubby to include some things I wanted to put out there into what he was writing. He didn't say it,but I know he was thinking that I should do it myself. I'll try again.

Most recently,I asked him to mention my sleeping with other men. I want to expand on what he wrote. I don't assume that anybody else is going to feel the same as I do about anything,and I know I've had some unique opportunities that most women don't have. During the first half of our marriage my hubby was in the Army. Not only did I have the advantage of a disproportionate number of men to women,but my hubby was away a lot. That was a disadvantage in some ways,but it gave me time and opportunity to do something that I probably wouldn't have done if he had been at home. I don't think I would've slept with other men if he had been at home all the time. I would've been free to do it,but I don't think I would've thought about it. I've slept with other men because my only other choice was to sleep alone. That said,it's been one of the most enjoyable and important experiences of my life. It's not just my whorish nature that makes me say that. For me,sleeping with men is a step beyond simply fucking. It's more intimate than just sex. There's also an element of adventure in it,and it has provided me with opportunity for some rewarding relationships. I could exhaust myself trying to describe each of those relationships. They were all different. Of course I haven't had a real relationship with every man I've slept with,but there have been several. They were all enjoyable. I'm aware that everybody's different. For me,being a shared wife has included enjoying intimate and sometimes romantic relationships with other men besides my hubby. Those relationships have always been in addition to my relationship with my hubby. None were a problem or a threat to our marriage.

I want to say something that's obvious. There's a reason that it's important for me to say it,because it's related to something that's been hard for me to to understand about myself. It's what I got so frustrated with myself about not being able to explain. I'm still not quite ready to tackle it again,but I think I'm close.

Black men have always been extraordinarily good to me in every way imaginable.

 

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"It is what it is." That's something my hubby likes to say. He uses it in a matter of fact kind of way that's intended to simplify something that seems more complicated than it should be. I've been repeating it over and over to myself,hoping it will help me to simplify something that's more complicated than I want it to be.

Everybody's different. (I say that often,don't I?) I'm not,and I never have been into being roughed up. I assume everybody who's ever known me knows that,because I've always been treated well,at the very least. Most of the time,I would describe how I'm treated by black men as being treated special,affectionately or lovingly. I can't emphasize that enough. Black men have always treated me really good.

I'm not wimpy. If you like my tits and want to squeeze them good, great! Help yourself. Just don't get carried away with it and really hurt me. Same goes for slapping my ass a little. I know some men like doing that. I don't need it to get off,but if you'll give it a good squeeze before and after slapping it,you might make me feel like it's worthwhile. There's a difference in being fucked hard or even used hard verses being roughed up. I don't want to be roughed up,but I enjoy everything from the gentlest lovemaking to a good,hard fucking. Everything depends on the mood and chemistry. It's all good.

I don't need or enjoy pain directly inflicted on me during sex for sexual gratification,so I'm not masochistic,am I?

Honestly,I'm not sure if I'm masochistic or not. Not wanting to admit that I might be masochistic and my resistance to consider having to think of myself as a masochist is really what's been eating at me and making it so difficult to explain myself.

Sex doesn't necessarily have to be rough to cause consequential pain and soreness. Frequent sex will cause soreness and swelling,which can be painful,and when it's very frequent,as can happen with multiple men...........yeah. When many of their cocks are bigger than average,........even more so.

Tolerating some pain is the price you have to pay for the indulgence of being a whore. Right? I could say that and get away with it. I'm anonymous here. I'm pretty sure that nobody who's read what I write here knows who I am. This thread has served as kind of a soul-cleansing exercise for me,an opportunity to get some things out without having to endure the humility of talking to a shrink. I've done my best to be honest,and leaving it at that wouldn't be honest. I know I mentioned this subject earlier,but I didn't finish what I needed to say.

What if the consequential and cumulative pain is desirable and part of the pleasure,rather than being something to be tolerated as a price I have to pay for my indulgence?

 

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I first felt the pain and soreness of frequent sex in my early days with Curt and the crew. How much of my need for that feeling now is "real" and how much of it is just nostalgic,since that time period was the pinnacle of my sex life? I really don't know the answer to that question. I'm not asking for other people to give definitive answers to my most difficult personal questions,but I'm open to sensible and thoughtful opinions.

 

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Please pardon my disruption. This format isn't designed for dual access and it probably isn't necessary for it to be. Lisa and I are always cooperative. It's part of the way we live. We're only a few hours apart today,which is almost nothing if compared to times in our past.

I think I understand her point of view as well as any person can understand another. We almost never disagree,and we're not disagreeing now. I just think that she's sometimes concerned about things that are almost insignificant. Lisa is a woman who virtually every man can love. She can and will take whatever she has to take to satisfy her lovers. Any man who would abuse her would be wrong! She gets sore because she attracts so much attention and she's so good!

 

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If things go my way now I'm a Cougar. I like the sound of that. I especially liked older men when I was younger. Maybe I was a ******* then,although I wasn't quite young enough to be a real *******. Labels probably don't matter as much as perception,and perception doesn't matter as much as reality.

I have moments when I question everything,but overall,I'm comfortable with who I am. I'm a whore. The word whore has negative connotations for some,but it shouldn't. If you think about it,every time a whore is presented in a negative light,there's something else that's negative about the woman who's the subject of the conversation. As far as I know,all the men I've known like me. How many women can honestly say that?

There probably isn't a woman anywhere who's been as much a wannabe professional dancer as I've been. The biggest reason I've never done it is that I love dancing for men,and if dancing was my job,it would take the fun out of it. It's not that I couldn't have used the money. It's just that I haven't been comfortable with what I would've had to do to get the money. I've been there with the men,pooling our money to be able to buy beer and pizza. I'm going to shake them down for their last dollar for a lap dance? I don't think so.